(Kendall)
I must’ve drifted off again. My body was still sore in all the best ways, but it was the kind of sore that made me not want to move at all. The blanket was warm, and the sheets smelled like him. I could’ve stayed like that for the rest of the day.
Then I heard the door open.
I turned my head a little, not ready to move, but curious.
Jaxon walked in with a plate in one hand and a folded towel over his shoulder. He had this small smile on his face like he was proud of himself.
“Brought you food,” he said.
I sat up, pulling the blanket over my chest. “Wait… you cooked?”
“Yeah. You gotta eat something.”
He placed the plate on the little tray on the side and pushed it toward me. Chicken breast, seasoned and grilled, with mashed potatoes and some veggies. It wasn’t just thrown
